Good morning, world. Things are looking pretty good from the front porch of my farm in Virginia today. From the looks of things, this day could easily be considered a dreary one, but there won’t be anything dreary about the day itself for me. I spent my time with the Living God giving Thanks more than anything else, and my Heart is bright enough to light up this entire old farm if that were possible. The Blessings overwhelm me. Answers to my prayers Humble me. His Perfect Plans for my Life inspire every minute of my Time. He’s a Mighty God worthy to be Praised. This morning I’m especially thankful that He chose me to be One of His Own and that there is an entire generation following in His Footsteps too. The Seed of Faith that He planted within me will last for generations and generations to come. Hallelujah! Isn’t that the way you see your Journey of Faith too?

Thirty-six years ago today my oldest son was born. It wasn’t an easy season of life and I wasn’t overjoyed to be expecting my third child. I didn’t know how I’d handle another baby with two already at home and a busy job working to feed them all. I was worn out, unhappy, and in self-centered mode. While I was preparing to be discharged from the hospital after his birth, I was told there were serious complications and my baby boy was immediately placed in the NICU. I began to pray like never before, beginning with confessing my selfish heart that could worry more about how “I” was going to handle my burdens than I was about the blessing of this child and I begged God for mercy. After a long week of praying and waiting for bad news from the barrage of testing they did on my sweet baby boy, his symptoms abruptly lifted and he left the doctors perplexed. “We can’t explain it”, they said, but I sure could! There were miracles wrapped all around the birth of my son, but the Miracle of healing was brought on by the Power of a praying mother and a very Merciful God. He heard my prayers…He’s heard every single prayer I’ve ever prayed for this precious son of mine and there are no words to express my love for him. What a wonderful man He’s become…one that would make any mother proud. He’s healthy and strong, loving and kind, and He loves the Lord…and his Mom …thanks to a Kind and Compassionate Merciful God.

Look out when a godly mother sets out to pray! She knows how to do battle on behalf of her family and she knows Who to Trust with the results. I’ve spent entire nights pacing the floors of this old farmhouse while I battled through challenges at home and God was Faithful and Merciful every single time. I didn’t spend my time begging. I didn’t spend my time doubting. I spent my time appealing to a Merciful God for mercy and wisdom to get through and I TRUSTED Him with my family. I claimed Victory over it all. I poured Living Water into my children every single day of their lives and I was a Reflection of my Faith through it all. They saw Him in me. Prayers over my children were for things much bigger than good grades or sports, I prayed for the eternal things instead. I prayed for their souls. I prayed for their future mate. I prayed for a godly generation. I prayed for my grandchildren before they were ever even thought of. One by one each one of my children accepted Jesus Christ as their Savior and today their lives Reflect their Heart.

Today I’m celebrating the birth of my wonderful son 36 years ago today and I’m STILL giving thanks to God for hand-picking me to be his Mom. Seeing answers to prayers come to life years after I prayed them makes me even MORE thankful to my Mighty and Merciful God. I’ll never stop praying for my family…for the big things and some little things too. I’ve got generations covered already as I pray for my children’s children and beyond. I know God hears the prayers of this praying mother and I know that my prayers never “expire” over time.

Happy birthday, Clayton.